Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.